Make me

Into the one you want, into the one you need you bend and

Break me

You watch me separate myself from who I really am

To fit into your plan

You're cutting me in two

And ripping me in three

You're killing with those words you say to me

You're cutting me in two

And ripping me in three

How many pieces can you take from me

Take it

Whatever's left is only following routine and

Fake it

And give in to the thoughts that being bought is what I am

To fit into your plan

The wheels they turn for you, a deity for two.

Holding on it's true, won't bring it back again.

They way you look my friend it's closer to the end.

I'm holding out a hand to bring it back again.

Cut down, you cut me up again.

Cut down, you cut me down.

By Wolfwood